We had a good dump of snow last week, as well as a Friday off of school (and thus work), so decided to hit the sled hill. Yes, that would be
the sled hill. As in, the only hill around. Still, looking on the bright side, at least we
have a sled hill, right?
PS -- part way through the afternoon, Kel got his hat soaked. Being the perfect mother that I am, I gave up my own hat (it was
cold!) so that his little head didn't freeze. The photos are in no particular order here, so sometimes he's wearing his blue hat, and sometimes my hat. In case you wondered.







Yes, this is a frozen pond. Well frozen. No chance of falling in. I promise.



Wipe out! Possibly the one that resulted in our hat trade.




After a couple of hours sledding, Kel decided that he wanted to play at the park. Yes, play at the park on a bitterly cold January day. I may not be a Midwesterner, but I fear that my son does indeed belong here. Weirdo.

